Strangers in Time

by David Baldacci

We must make the best of what we have. To seek out something different merely because it is perceived better by standards laid out by people we may not even know? I would say that is the height of self-deceit.”

“Seems like everybody’s sort of dead, Miss. Only some just don’t know it yet.”

“I appreciate what you are trying to do, Molly. But when you have loved someone as much as I loved Imogen, and then you lose that person?” He shrugged, his expression one of the saddest she had ever witnessed. “I think the one thing you try to do, above all, is to keep that person alive in your thoughts and words. You… you want to make sure that the person resides with you at all times. So…” “So you have no opportunity to forget them?” said Molly.

They need me. Imogen chose death. I must choose life. And, truth be known, I need them.